Dream

I dreamed I was in a big room in an old New England farmhouse preparing for a Thanksgiving gathering. A fire in the fireplace should make it cozy, I thought. "All we need is a braided rug," I said. A young woman in a black chef's coat showed up and displayed an edible black figurine she had sculpted. It was a nude woman made out of hummus. The sculpture included long thin shapes coming from her eyes. "She's crying," the chef said. "She's crying because there's no garlic."